Quotes About Fear

depression was to be feared—and he could feel it sniffing around outside his door, looking for a way in.

We ain't in California no more," Pilate said. "Every fuckin' body up here's got a gun. Even that old lady in the hamburger shop, shot Michelle.

I'll tell you something, Skinner. Anybody who snipes innocent people is seriously unbalanced even if he believes he has a reason," Virgil said. "Most people won't even shoplift for fear of getting caught. Shooting people? You're dealing with a nut even if there's a payoff somewhere.

Robertson was in the operating room and no word on his condition was coming out. A bloody-handed nurse, who'd taken him in, stood washing her hands, and when Lucas asked, she said, "I've seen worse who lived. But then, I've seen better who died." No help there.

Kidd could feel an incipient hernia when he even thought about that night. . . .

Don't do that. Stay away." She was on the edge of fear. "Was he stronger?" "No. He was softer. His hands were soft. And when I relaxed, he relaxed. That's when I stamped on his instep." "Where'd you learn that?" "From my ex-husband's father. He taught me some self-defense things." "Come here." "No.

He wasn't a big fan of actual blood. He wanted submission, and sex, and . . . admiration? Well, fear, anyway. Respect.

Heart of Darkness

On the way out to Lawrence's, he thought about Palmer's wild reaction. Was there a little fear there? Hard to tell, with all the other possibilities—anger, bigotry, psychosis.

Hold my hand." "What?" "C'mon, hold my hand. He's a 'phobe. Lean your head a little sideways into me, look me in the eyes, and we walk toward the front of the store, taking our time . . ." Lucas said, "Ah, shit," and took Virgil's hand. One of the FBI agents said, watching them, "Oh my God.

On the way out, Lucas ran into Treena Ross in the hallway. She was wearing a lime-green dress and matching lime-green shoes with two-inch heels. She was carrying a dog the size of a walnut that seemed to have been bred to be frightened; it whimpered when it saw Lucas, and then Ross coming up behind.

I'm a picture of abject fear. If I had my choice between flying to El Paso or getting a colonoscopy, I'd have to think about it.

Jael feared it was true, that she was shallow, dissolute. Trendy.

Ensign Davis thought, Screw this, I want to live, and swerved to avoid the land worms. But then he tripped and one of the land worms ate his face and he died anyway.

Fear is a scavenger who feeds on the future; on what may be and what is possible, extending down the line of our lives.

Every creature has a survival instinct. It looks like fear but it's not the same thing. Fear isn't the desire to avoid death or pain. Fear is rooted in the knowledge that what you recognize as yourself can cease to exist. Fear is existential.

That thing looks like H. P. Lovecraft's panic attack.

Fear sits and smiles and is predatory, immobile and silent and serene; an observer who conserves his energy and is content to wait.

There's a saying: "May you live in interesting times." To begin, it's a curse. "Interesting" in this case uniformly means "Oh god, death is raining down upon us and we shall all perish wailing and possibly on fire.

It's okay if we turned entire cities full of people into nuclear ash, but the idea of monsters having a nibble afterward was just too much.

Imagine waking up and finding your first and last view of the world was a shotgun barrel. That'd be a hell of a life.

Destiny gets compressed, you know, into just that small fraction of a second you have right in front of you at any one time. And there's nothing romantic about keeping your head down to avoid getting shot, or trying to save a friend who's been injured, or coming face to face with a creature who is as smart and mean and as terrified of dying as you are, and who wants to make sure that if someone is left on the ground there, it's you and not it.

Fear isn't the desire to avoid death or pain. Fear is rooted in the knowledge that what you recognize as yourself can cease to exist. Fear is existential.

The moral of the story was not to wear a red shirt. Or go on away missions when you're the only one whose name isn't on the opening credits.